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Forum Games / Dwarf Fortress community fortress?
« on: April 05, 2014, 02:36:02 PM »
Made this thread to see if anyone would be interested in this. I wouldn't be able to be the one hosting this if people approved, my computer isn't exactly made for DF. If you're at a loss of what a community fortress is - just look it up.

Been really getting into it lately and with all the rp that goes into some of them I think that it would fun to try out. Before that can happen though a great deal of people have to be backing it. This wouldn't last more than a week if only five people were paying it any attention.

okay

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Accepted / Wo Huang-fu\'s Metropolice Force Application
« on: March 04, 2014, 09:05:33 PM »
Wo Huang-fu's Metropolice Force Application

OOC Name: Red

IC Character Name: Wo Huang-fu

1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Metropolice Force and what lead your character to do so.
My character wishes to Join the MPF, but not because he believes in the Union or what it stands for. Infact, some of his views go directly against that of the Unions. Regardless, that is not why he wishes to join. Instead, he wants a place to belong.

Rather then JUST a place to belong, he wants a safe way to secure his future. Tired of living in the slums and having, basically, no future, Wo would rather join the infinite Union.

Though Wo is not exactly the prime candidate for the Union, he believes himself to be able to stomach the life of a union operative much easier then that of a worthless citizen wasting his life away. For the most important thing to Wo in the entire world, is himself.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
Prideful - Wo is quite proud of himself and generally doesn't take well to insults or threats.

Paranoid - Wo sees enemies where there are none, having a hard time trusting others.

Loyal - Wo can be very loyal to those he deems worthy for said loyalty.

Honorable - Wo is honorable, in a very twisted sense.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
For myself, I'm largely looking forward to the new command structure and see how it grows. The influx of new recruits does bring up the issue of weeding out the bad ones from the good, but this is ramble. I could go on about how I have to follow the rules and etcetera, but I won't bother. Instead, I'll be focusing more on the internal events of the MPF. Having played a unit in the past, I can easily expect the standard of roleplay of myself and those around me to be above par, so to speak.

On the other hand, I will be expecting Wo to be more involved with the individual units and citizens rather then the whole collective that is the MPF/CCA. Though this might conflict with my desire to observe the inner workings of the MPF, I'm quite sure that it'll work out. Given the particular backstory I have given Wo Huang-fu, he really could go either way, as a loyal drone of the Union, or, well, something else. Regardless, he should be quite entertaining.

4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words.
Standing over a bloodied man, he swings the weapon down onto his victim, smashing lead against the mans head time and time again. As his breath grew quicker from overexertion, so too does his perception. Only after he grows tired and drops the pipe down onto the hard concrete does his realize the victim to be no longer conscious. His face flushed with anger, the man continues his barrage by kicking his prey while he's down. As the violence continues, anyone that was paying attention could hear the ever familiar sound of combine boots stomping on the ground. Unfortunately for the attacker, he was not paying attention. The sound that brought him out of his rage, that of a shotgun being cocked, came from behind him. Slowly did he turn, the fear of death showing itself once again.

"<:: Citizen, step away from the body, NOW!"

The human body undergoes a sort of experience when faced with extreme danger, called "fight or flight". Needless to say, the MPF had a hard time catching up.

...

Born October 15th, 1976, in Wuhan, Hubei province, Wo Huang-fu was always such a stoic child. Born into a family of standard wealth, Wo was always such a stoic child, not having much in the way of friends or companions. Sure, he always went to school and talked to people during freetime, but never once did he consider any of them his friends. Why was Huang-fu such a recluse? An answer can't really be provided, it's just the way he has always been.

Despite his anti-social nature, he was pulled into the underground world of the Triads. Through the efforts of an old high school "friend", Wo found himself in service to the local mob boss of the area. At first, it was nothing serious, taking certain "good" to wherever the boss wanted them. Over time, however, things became more... violent. After becoming a loan shark, beating up people who were too liberal with their loan payments, he became quite content with his way in life. Sure, being exposed to the underground has the adverse affect of making one extremely greedy, but Huang-fu hardly cared. His life was good enough.

Yes, his life was good. Until... he messed up. During one of his standard shakedown, he attacked a working girl, breaking her arm. Unknown to him at the time, the girl was the daughter of the mob bosses step sister. Though hardly related to him, the mob boss had to retaliate in kind, lest his honor come into question. And so it was that Wo's mother and father came to their unfortunate end, having been ruthlessly attacked in a park with knives. The boss was too kind to kill Wo off directly, but not kind enough to spare him of any harm.

Wo ultimately cut his ties from the Triads and feld to America at the age of 25. Having gone into hiding for fear of the Triads, Wo did develop a certain nickering feeling at the back of his head. This feeling mutated into one of uncertainty, then became even more as years passed by. The feeling continues to persist to this day, but that is a long ways off. For now, Wo bid his time, and waited.

After 8 years of stowing away in America, Wo felt comfortable enough to abandon his lifestyle of hiding in the slummy parts of town earning a meager living, and decided to join the society of America. Of course, by this point, he had already developed a fluent understanding of the local language. One does learn rather quickly in such situations.

However, despite his name, fortunate was one thing Wo was not. Just as life began to settle for Wo, the Union made it's presence known in a bloody conflict that would only last for seven hours. Though quite a short amount of time, it was well enough to kill most of the world off and render Wo unconscious by means of fallen debris.

After spending a considerable amount of time as a "citizen", Wo had noticed that he was different from the time right before the Union came. He noticed that he had gone back to his original self. His young, stupid, original self. Though his pride had never left his being, his old ways continued to shine through, causing him endless trouble.

Time passed, as it always does, and before Wo was even aware of it he was in the year 2019. He held in his hands a piece of paper - which was oddly enough a rare commodity in of itself. Flagging down a wandering unit patrolling the streets, he handed him the sheet and asked him to deliver it to the proper administration. Incase you haven't figured it out by now, that paper was indeed an application into the CCA.

Four years is a very long time indeed; even more so when you find yourself oppressed at every turn. Wo had a hard time surviving as long as he has, and knew that he wouldn't last much longer without some help. Without any ties to a gang or a resistance group for help, there is only one big player left for Wo to turn to - the MPF.   

5) Have you ever had a MPF character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
Yes, it was removed after the server went down.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
3-ish years

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
2-ish years

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
Since June 2012

4. What Time zone are you in?
CST / GMT - 6:00

5. In what country do you live?
United States of America

6. How old are you?
16

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
I can easily say my most memorable experience would have to be the death (or rather, incapacitation) of 21100, during the city 45 uprising event. The sound of gunfire constantly in the background, units and citizens alike dying in the streets, Raged setting the Nexus to blow. The only disappointing thing about the event was that I was locked up in the trainstation as my unit for the majority of it.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Good enough.



IC Section

Full Name: Wo Huang-fu
CID: 31708
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5 feet 9 inches
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour: Blackish-brown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 154 pounds
Mental Distinctions: Keeps a code of honor.
Mental Defects: More likely to serve his own intrest before the Unions.
Mental Advantages: Strong willed.
Notable Qualities: Determinded to be sucsessful.


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
Contraband: possession: Found with low level contraband on person: 3 cycles in holding.
Contraband: intent to sell: Reported selling low level contraband to citizens in the slums(unproven): 7 cycles in holding.
Assault: citizen: Attacked a known anti-citizen with a deadly weapon(lead pipe): 8 cycles in holding.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
Yes, but I get most of my food from the CWU.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
Sure.

4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility?
I'll accept my actions as my own.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
Yes.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
I want to join to bolster the ranks of the Metro Police Force, due to the new influx of citizens coming into the city. The MPF is quite good at its job, but even the best of officers cannot stand firm against the constantly growing tide of citizens. To join the MPF as it is now would secure its - and my - place in the city.


Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.

I, Wo Huang-fu hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.

Post Auto-Merged: March 04, 2014, 09:09:39 PM
Edit: For some reason, most of the backstory was cut off. Luckily I copied the entire thing before I posted the app. It should all be in there now.

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Suggestions / About Uniform and Zealot
« on: January 27, 2014, 02:17:37 AM »
hello my name is red perhaps you remember me no okay

i'm going to talk about some of the things that bother me about these two divisions, however minor the issues are

lets go



Uniform

The division tasked with training new CCA members and weeding out the bad lolcops, and getting players prepped OOCly. This division is what everyone starts at. What's wrong with it you might ask? It's boring. Granted, there are moments when things are enjoyable in Uniform, but for the most part it is pretty bad. For the trainers, it is a repetitious cycle of saying the same few lines over and over. For recruits, it is a long and stressful progress of getting trainers to actually train, then getting bogged down in extremely boring theory classes that make no sense most of the time. The second problem of Uniform is that it very hard for HC. High command units, and more specifically DvLs generally retire from Uniform within 2-3 months. Hc units that don't retire generally just go inactive.

I really don't have much of a clue on how to fix either of those things. Uniform High command are going to have a harder time then other divisions no matter what, though.



Zealot

I'm going to try and keep this one short because everyone loves drama.

Zealot is the division tasked with internal and external affairs. I'll be blunt, Zealot is too exposed. Out of uniform, Zealot members generally do pretty well at remaining incognito, but inside the nexus they are super obvious. Zealot is renowned oocly for being a covert group of hand picked individuals that prove their worth at the art of subterfuge, and it is impossible to tell who is in zealot because of this. Except, you know, how they have Zealot in their name. Really hard to tell who's who with that.

I suggest that members of Zealot no longer have "zealot" in there names. Keep them in the division they were in, in tittle only, while still having them technically being a member of Zealot, ex. CCA.C45.ZEALOT-xx.123 would instead be CCA.C45.NOVA/APEX/GRID-xx.123, whichever division they were in beforehand.

---edit okay overall I think zealot members need to act more secretive, they are too open about things they do while inside the nexus---

okay that's all I can think of for now

please tell me how I am wrong and stupid about everything

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Table Talk / The future of technology and human augmentation
« on: March 17, 2013, 10:10:29 AM »
Before we begin, watch this video if you will.

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQKNMExLWaU" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQKNMExLWaU</a>

Done? Did you like what you saw?

So if you did watch the video, you should now know that the technology required to replace our limbs with machines is already here - sure, it isn't as fine tuned as Jensens robotic limbs, but as said in the video, technology advances quickly.

Imagine, replacing your arms with that of a machine, stronger and more flexible then your own arms ever could be. Having eyes that could see through wall and intergrate augmented reality. Legs that could make you run faste-- I think you get it.

I myself was never a really atheltic person, however, if the chance to become better in all these diffrent ways at the cost of my own limbs, i'm not so sure I would turn the idea away.

So, when this technology is available to the public, what would you do? Thoughts and opinions on the matter please.

Sorry this post isn't as long as the other post in table talk, but i'm looking more towards other peoples reaction to augmentation rather then giving out my own.

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Social Discussion / Blindness and how to deal with it
« on: March 16, 2013, 08:49:07 PM »
I'm going to kick this discussion off with a bit of a story, bear with me.

Earlier today (one o'clock to be precise) I was just playing a game on my PS3, not a care in the world. However, I died in said game, because I ran out of health. Odd, considering that I always kept a sharp eye on my health. Before I noticed it, my health just meter just vanished from my sight. It was then that I noticed that I couldn't see out of my left eye.

At first I panicked. I rushed to the bathroom, telling myself that I just had something in my eye or and the like. Washing my face for ten minutes - no luck. So I went back to my room, and started searching the web for anything to do with curing blindness.

A few hours later and a fuckton of searching done, my vision has returned to normal. My mother says it was simply a migraine, but i'm not so sure. In the worst case, I might have glaucoma. I just wanted to know if any of you might of had any similar experiences and I would very much like to hear how you pushed through them.

Aferall, having relied on sight my entire life, the thought of not being able to see anymore scares me quite a bit.

All right, i'm done talking about this morbid crap.

Lets have lunch.

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Accepted Authorizations / Kenny 'Red' Riley's Authorization Application
« on: January 22, 2013, 06:57:03 PM »
Player Section

Steam Name: Red yes
Age:  15
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game):
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?:

Character Section

Authorization(s):
Fishing rod
Fishing lure
Three pounds of fishing bait
To have met a character before arriving in Ineu pass
Moderate hand-to-hand skills
Skills in agriculture

Name: Kenny 'Red' Riley
Age: 36 (going on 37)
Gender: Male


Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.

Kenny Riley was born on May 8th 1981, in a hospital room at Mexico, Missouri. Kenny was the third out of five children, three daughters, and two sons. His father was a farmer turned store clerk, and his mother would stay home with the children, seeing to their needs. His father died when Kenny was eight, and all of the children inherited something from their father. Their family was poor, so most of the children only recieved pieces of clothing, or jewelry, save for the oldest sibling, who became the man of the house. It was then that a red baseball cap came into the young Kennys possession, and he hasn't given it up since.

Growing up, Kenny was a promising young man, who willing did things such as babysit, help with crops, and even pick up trash wherever he found it, all for free. Living in a small community, the man learned that money wasn't everything, that people and the connections he had with them were more important. Of course, that didn't stop him from doing the bad act everyone now and then. His peers weren't of the kind sort, and he would often be forced into wrong doings. From shoplifting, to pick pocketing, his list of dark deeds grew more and more.

Kenny moved to Florida at the age of nineteen, with stars in his eyes and big dreams, he hoped that a life in Flordia would be exactly what he hoped for. He was only partially correct.
Kenny frequented a small bar that was to his fancy, by the name of Poppa Topp's. The drinks were good, the people better, and the women to die for. One night, during one of Kennys mingling, he met a woman by the name of Justaine. She was a singer at the bar, and had started working there the night before. Kenny fell head-over-heels for the gorgeous woman.

Three months had past since the two met, and as luck would have it, Justaine decided to introduce Kenny to the owner of the bar, Derrek. Derrek was a man whose actions often lied on the other side of the law, and he saw potential in Kenny.

Derrek had brought Kenny to a small warehouse a few miles off the coast, and inside, a group of men and women were waiting. All of them look beaten up, some muscular, some skinny. In one corner of the building, men were smoking what seemed to be weed, and in another, two men were exchanging blows, surrounded by a group of people cheering.

"What in the name o- What is this, Derrek?"

"This here, is a whole lot of opportunities, man."

Kenny was brought into the circle of meth heads, fighters, and other questionable types, before he even noticed it. Despite his reluctance, Kenny found that he was a natrual fist fighter, and he would participate in the fights regularly. He got so good at the fights, that it soon turned into a guaranteed means of earning some money, with bet earnings, and the crowds simply paying him in respect, Kenny got a taste of the violent life.

He gain quite the reputation in the little circle, and he made friends left and right. One of his sparring friends made a comment about his hat once.

"Hey Riley, why you always wearing that there hat?"

"Huh? Oh, this old thing belonged to my pa, once upon a time."

"Yeah? It looks neat on you man. Red's a good color for you."

"Thanks, I always get that though."

"Heh, maybe it's your name, Riley. Y'know, like, Red Riley."

"Ha, what kind of name is that?"

After that, most people started refering to him as 'Red Riley'.  The only people that used the name Kenny were Justaine and Derrek. The name Red Riley stuck.

Of course, with his peers being of the wrong sort once again, it wasn't long before Kenny was back doing not so legal things. And on one particular night, he nearly ruined the rest of his life. A man, whose's hair had almost fallen out completely, with yellow rotten teeth and bloodshot eyes, talked to Kenny.

"Y-Yo man, i'm a huge fan, y'know."

"Is that right? Well, i'm glad you like my fighting then."

"Yeah man, word... S-Say man, my friends n' I been thinking, maybe you would like something to help make you a bit stronger, huh?"

"Now, what might you be refering to?"

The man held in his hands a small plastic bag, many white crystals litter it within.

"I don't know what them T-TVs say about this stuff man, but... But, it's like, the bomb."

Curious, Kenny accepted the meth. A foolish mistake, for that was when his drug habbits began.

Around Kennys twenty fourth birthday, Derrek took notice of Kennys fighting abilities, and hired him as a bouncer at his bar. It worked well for Kenny, what with Derrek being rather lean on what counted as work and what counted as slacking off.

Around the same time, Justaine moved into Kennys apartment soon after he was hired. They had been seeing each other for quite a few years, and they were very close. One day, Kenny woke up to see Justaine standing in the bathroom.

"Ahh... Hun, what's the matter?"

For the longest time, she didn't reply. She was much too focused on something she had in her hands.

"Ken, baby, listen to me..."

Kenny rustles himself out of his comfortable postion in the bed, and stares at Justaine.

"Hun, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

She shakes her head up and down in a nod.

"Ken, sweetheart, I'm... I'm... I'm pregnant, Ken."

Kenny slowly gets out of the bed, and walks towards Justaine. With a grin on his face like you wouldn't believe.

"Hun, th-that's wonderful!"

Kenny hugs Justaine tightly, all the while Justaine never even smiles. Only a frown rest on her face.

A month passes, and Kenny celebrates his wifes pregnancy in his own way - by shooting up heroin into his arm. It usually makes Justaine upset, but with her being pregnant, he brushed most of her anger off as hormones. On a fateful night, Kenny snorts up a gram of meth, and gets angry. He yells at Justaine for all the times she has scolded him about his habbit.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do, fuck!"

He yells all the while for the entire night, until he passes out. He awakes the next morning, not remembering the events of the night before. He feels like his head is going to split open at any second. He rushes to the bathroom, only to find it locked. Fortunately for him, he keeps a set of keys to every room in his apartment on him at all times. He slides the key into the lock, opens the door, and looks down at the floor.

Justaine lies on the ground, skin as white as snow, with a terrible stench filling the room. She's dead.

Kenny screams at the horror that lays before him, and runs back into the living room, dialing 911 on his cell.

Kenny learns that at sometime during the night, Justaine swallowed a large quanity of pain killers, and died. Kenny, shaken up by the event is devastated. Derrek tries to help Kenny calm down, but to no avail. Kenny, being a broken shell of a man thanks to his lovers death, is driven down to a local rehab center by Derrek. He drops Kenny of at the entrance.

"Now listen here pal... You just take it easy, okay?"

"..."

Years pass, as Kenny lives in the rehab center. He thought his teacher was nice, and helpful. The other people at the center claimed to know the pain that Kenny had felt. But he knew that they didn't. While he lived there, he had taken part of a agriculture class, where he would plant various crops. Wheat, corn, pumpkins, you name it, he probably planted and harvested it. Sure, he felt like sometimes they just did that class to taken advantage of the rehab students, but he didn't care. He didn't like the class much anyway.

Most of his classes had a morale of "accepting" yourself. He took the lessons to heart, and came out as a better person for it. Odd, that it took his unborn child and the women he loveds death to become nicer.

Eventually, Kenny left the center, returning to his home with a small token which stated "Three years". That was how long he has been clean. Three, long, years.

As soon as Kenny got home, he started to pack his bags, clothes, momentos, and pictures. Nothing else. He gave everything else he owned to Derrek. Then it was, that he decided to fly across the ocean, to a place he was unfamiliar with. To Romania. He didn't know anything about Romania, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be away from Florida. Away from America. Just, away. He moved to a small town, by a river. He couldn't speak a word of their native tongue, but he managed. The town didn't offer much in the way of work, save for fishing. Kenny took up fishing almost as soon as he got there, and he found that he enjoyed greatly. It was like farming, but it didn't take several weeks at a time and he would feel a sense of accomplishment for fish he managed to catch.

Kenny lived like this, until 2015, the year the world changed. It was a normal day, like any other. Kenny had just finished packing his gear onto his pickup, then it happened. The sky erupted and seemingly exploded, letting out a mass of flying machines roaming the skies. Kenny nearly had a heart attack when he first heard it, and it wasn't soon after that the ground started to shake. Scared and shaken, Kenny rushes into his pickup and speeds down the road. As he goes, he sees people running around in all directions, screaming in horror and panicing. He continued to drive past them all, out of town.

Hours pass, and so far he hasn't seen a thing as he drove. He counted himself lucky on that regard. Still unsure of who or what was out there, he pulls up to a gas station on the side of the road. It was clear that the people who worked here fled quite recently, but he couldn't find out what caused them to do so. He spent about two months here, living off the snacks and drinks that cluttered the small station. Much to his dismay, he ran out of food before he knew it. So far he had been eating and drink in small quanities, but even so, the food was all gone. Soon after, he filled up his gas tank, and once again set off onto the road in his pickup. Days he spent driving, and every so often he would come across a body, rotting along the roads.

"What in the hell is going on around here?..."

On the eightth day of leaving the gas station, he came across a lakehouse. A car sits out in the driveway, but other then that, there are no signs of anyone.

"Maybe this place has got some food, or something."

He parks the pickup near the home, and takes a walk inside. To his suprise, the house is full of food. Surely a score, he thought. It wasn't long, however, before he heard a strange hissing noise. He turned around, to spot a small crab like animal on the ground. The beast lept towards him. He paniced, and dived out of the way.

"Wha-What the fuck!?"

He looked around the room, and saw a kitchen knife on the counter. He quickly ran over towards it, and grasped it in his hand. The creature once again lept towards him, but this time it was greeted with a sharp blade. The creature lept right into Kennys knife. It fell down to the ground, and let out a weaker, pitiful hiss. Kenny dropped the knife on the ground, thinking I got to get out of here, damn! And so, Kenny rushed back to his pickup, with little food in hand, and was on the road once again. The only way forward from this point on was through the forest. He was fortunate that there was enough room for his pickup to pass through, but it wasn't long until he found another body. This time, however, it blocked his path. The scene of another person dead made Kenny rather unsettled.

"Ah man... think positive now Ken... C'mon..."

With that, he pushes open the pickup door, and walks towards the body. As he gets closer, he examines the body, and thinks Poor thing... Lost their arms it seems. But as he stares at the body he notices that there is no blood. He can't see how they died. He gulps, and a silly idea pops into his head. Is this person still alive? Kenny now stands over the body, and starts to speak.

"Uh... Hello? You alive?"

The girl slowly gets herself up, as Kenny simply stares. She is a younger girl with beautiful red hair, and a checkered green shirt, tied at the knots. Her sad eyes meets with his. Kenny is somewhat thankful that his face is dirty, else she might have seen him blush a bit. He offers his hand out to the girl before thinking Ah, Ken you idiot... He quickly retracts his arm as he notices his mistake.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

The girl replys, sounding as if she is on the verge of crying.

"I'm.. I.. "

And with that, the girl falls over towards Kenny, her stuby arms wrapped around him somwhat. It's then that he realises that he needs to get the both of them out of there - there might be more of those things that were in the house lurking around. She cries into his chest, and he does his best to try and soothe her.

"Hey..."

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, and says in a smooth tone:

 "Its okay, shhh. It's okay. Come on, let's get you out of here."

Kenny guides the girl to the passenger seat of his pickup. He lets here go, and makes his way over to his side, getting in. He looks over towards the girl, remembering - Oh, uh, she might need some help. He gives the girl a guility expression before getting out, walking over to her side, and opening the door.

"Uh... S-Sorry about that..."

Once the girl is in safely, Kenny looks around the surroundings. Everything is clear - no monsters, no nothing. He then glances over back at the girl. She is still crying, silently, which sends another bolt of guilt up his spine.

Half an hour goes by, and the girl has stopped crying. The two are on the road once again, and he looks over towards the girl as he drives. He thinks to himself Well, might as well get acquainted...

He begins to mutter "Hey, I'm Kenn--" before stoping. He thinks back to his days in Florida, then starts to speak once again.

"I'm Red... Red Riley, uh... What's your name?"

The girl looks over towards Kenny, her face red and poofy from the extensive crying. She replies to Kenny, speaking so quietly he almost missed it.

"Kal..."

"Well, Kal... I-I won't let anything happen to you, alright?"

Kal goes quiet after Kenny speaks, and goes back to looking towards the road.

...

Eventually, the pair are forced to leave behind Kennys pickup. Upset as it makes him, he decides to push on with Kal, instead of whining about it. Kenny found himself taking care of Kal pretty regularly, due to her disability. She was a quiet girl, and more often then not when Kenny tried to talk to her he was just talking to himself. When she did talk, she would always try to make a joke. As time went on, she would talk to Kenny more and more, and oddly enough, it made Kenny happy. It wasn't long until Kenny noticed he had a strange attraction to Kal. Hell, he even thought she was kind of cute.

Kal and 'Red Riley', as he was known by once more, traveled from town to town in search of a safe haven. More often then not, these 'Safe Havens' where either filled with murders and cut-throats, or were filled with OTA squads. Red did his best to keep the two safe from harm, and would usually force the two to leave at the slightest danger. This way of thinking prevented Kal from getting too comfortable in one place, he knew this, but it also kept them both safe.

Years pass, and the two are still traveling from place to place. No town safe enough, no person kind enough, no nothing. That is, until about a month ago. Red heard from a man named 'Earnest' that a small settlement by the name of Ineu pass had survived the onslaught of the OTA, and the people there were kind and helpful. Earnest might have been exaggerating quite a bit, but it still got Red intrested. So they headed North, towards Ineu pass.

Soon enough, the two were there. Safe and sound.

"Hey Kal, I'm going to head towards the river here and see if there any fish settling around. Want to go to the town first, and meet the people?"

"Sure."

"Alright, be careful though. Don't know any of these people."

He always said that after getting to a new town, but it didn't matter, she was gone the moment she responded to his question. Red went to the river as he said he would, and started his favorite pass time. So much time passed, that he didn't even notice that it was night. He only managed to catch two fish, but it was good enough - he knew Kal was starving, and tonight she would eat well. So he set off to the town, ready to meet the people and experience all they had to offer.


What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks

Fishing gear - A means of gaining IC food, a good passiverp for a character who's hobbie is fishing.
Kal - A companion/friend to travel the lonesome roads with.
Hand-to-Hand - Moderate self defence.
Agriculture - A mean of gaining IC food.


Defects

Fishing gear - the rivers in Ineu pass aren't particularly known for their abundance of aquatic life, and getting food this way might prove difficult/time consuming, also, considering the greed of some people, having this gear may make him a target for theft.
Kal - A dear friend, which upon her getting hurt/killed, would send him into depression and/or a  senseless rage.
Hand-to-Hand - Before Red can even think of fighting at his best, he is going to need food. Lots of food.
Agriculture - Crops take a long time to grow, and it is uncertain if they will grow at all. Also, food is a vaulable resource in the Outlands, and everyone will want some.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?

I plan on doing something that I haven't really done before, trying to survive in a hostile enviroment. I plan on Red growing along with Kal as the outlands prove to be more and more unforgiving.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))

(OOC) The 11th Doctor
(IC) Clara "Kal" Kalvins

Which server does this apply for?

Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):

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Suggestions / Citizen Clothing
« on: January 14, 2013, 02:33:18 AM »
No new faces. Too complicated to add them.  Hats, glasses will be available, as well as possibly loyalist outfits if we adopt the loyalist tier. These outfits would also be available on the black market.

 As you can see above, RTLK was seemingly working on adding things like hats, shirts, and other things, etc. I was just wanting to know if this idea is still a WIP / scrapped / or fell under the -no new models- rule.

So yeah, just a general update on this would be nice, thanks.

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IC Chat / Red the Idiot's HL2rp characters
« on: December 10, 2012, 09:32:06 AM »
Malcom Meirs


Age: 30
Weight: 174 pounds
Affiliation: Combine Civil Authority
Serial code: C45.CCA.x.155
Malcom is a man of beliefs, and is not one to hide it. Not beliefs such as god, or similar entites, but mostly about the power the Union holds. He believes - and knows that the Union is indeed powerful. Malcom respects almost all that the Union stands for - peace on earth, control, safety - but questions some of the Unions 'other' motives. Malcom is a man of morals, and as such has been feeling the stress of having to kill innocent men and women for little to no reason.
Malcom looks and sounds like:
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FaCj9viRPA" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FaCj9viRPA</a>

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Edward L. Iglesias


Age: 51
Weight: 146 pounds
Affiliation: City Administration
Title: Doctor
Edward cares about only one person in his life - and that's him. Considering that most if not all of his family are most likely dead, he always has a gloomy sense around him about it, althought this could just be something he made up to make people stay away from him. He doesn't like social interaction as much as anyone else would, and isn't as bothered by the concept of loneliness. Edward entered the CAB to ensure an easier life for himself, and so far, it's working.
Edward looks like:

Will add back stories and events but now sleep

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Denied Authorizations / Morpheus Norfolk's Authorization Application
« on: August 24, 2012, 02:18:59 PM »
Player Section

Steam Name: Red the Idiot
Age: 15.
How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 2-3 years.
How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 1 year.

Character Section

Authorization(s):
-The ability to make a tent
-A makeshift spear
-Name change to "Homely"
-The ability to repurpose flashlights into makeshift lamps
-Heavy clothing ( i.e. a jacket, scarf, etc. )
-Knowledge on woodwork and craftsmenship

Name: Morpheus Norfolk
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Resistance

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations.
Morpheus was a man born in the state of Florida, raised only be his mother and aunt. His mother, Lithin, was a industrial technologies teacher at the local school, Eugene Field. His mother believed that her son should do various school work even while at home, and due to this, Morpheus more often then not was forced to make various objects, such as bird houses, or shelves. He never liked making said objects, feeling that the whole idea was a bothersome chore. Once his mother asked him to make a small treehouse for he kid next door, and was given little to no choice. The task was a hard one, however it also proved to be a valueble lesson for him, as his mother would assist him from time to time teaching him the correct way to work the screws, how the diffrent sizes of the wood mattered, how to sand properly, etc. After a month of working, the tree house was finally done. Unfortuneately, the tree house had to be taken down due to the community committee voting it as a danger to the childs safety. This left Morpheus back into his negative opinion of the works. Despite his attitude regarding the matter, he learned a great deal from his mother regarding the subject, and had the combine not attacked when they did, he would no doubt have been a construction worker in the future.

During the year 2001, when Morpheus was 23 years old, he lived in a old apartment building in Springfield, Missouri. There he met his three best friends, Jesse Scottsmen, Diana More, and Harry Joe Norston. Jesse was a college student who attended the local schools, and was earning his degree in engineering technology. Morpheus would often stay over in Jesse's room, and on a few occasions he would decide to read one of Jesse's books. They often confused Morpheus and most of it didn't stick, however he would constantly assist Jesse in making things for his projects. Diana was a 34 year old woman who made a living crafting armor pieces for various clients, and was also the owner of the apartments complex. Morpheus would visit her whenever he needed something fixed. He often watched her work, and would pick up on things that helped with his own type of work. Finally, Harry Joe was the "Party man" of the four, and would make the group go out on wild adventures. Many of these adventures took them to places in the wilds, and left them there for days. During these trips Jesse would go out to get firewood, Diana would go fish (If there was a lake near-by) and Harry Joe and Morpheus would set up the campsite. Morpheus had a fondness for the campsites he helped make, which he would not understand why until many years later. After spending five years with the lot, in 2006 Morpheus left the apartment complex, and moved in with his father in Virginia.

Many years later, after the combine had arrived, Morpheus was taken to City 45. Shortly after, he accidently harmed one of the local crime lords, and due to this he was instantly outcasted by many of the occupants of Precinct 3. Thanks to this, whenever he journeyed into the Precinct, he would be beaten up or mugged. In responce to this, Morpheus set out to make a sort of weapon, and with the knowledge from his earlier days, he knew the challenge would be finding parts for said weapon. Morpheus searched around in the apartments, stores, and the trash heeps for various items. Eventually he managed to find a bit of broken glass near a abandoned and run down warehouse, and for a while used that as his weapon. People still managed to harm him very easily, and once again he searched for more parts. In the same warehouse, he had found a stockpile of wood boards. The wood was old, moldy, and flimsy, but they served they were the best thing he could find. He decided to take one, and to remember the warehouse incase he ever needed more wood. He then went to the junkyard, searching for something to hold the two items together. At first he had found things like glue, and paint. They proved to be useless, not holding the glass to the plank. He had spent about the entire day digging in the yard, when something caught his eye. He had dug up a old torn up leather vest. He quickly used the glass to cut the vest apart, and decided to use the strips to hold the plank and glass together after finding some nails. He then used some rusty nails he found in stuck in a wall to nail the leather to the board, keeping it together. After finishing his "weapon" he announced said achievement to the people of the precinct, and soon after, not many people dared to charge at him, with most of them being unarmed. The weapon was fragile, but it served its purpose well, keeping the waves of murders and muggers away.

Morpheus had a form of protection, but was constantly paranoid that someone may attack him with a more deadly weapon, or kill him in his sleep. So Morpheus made his way underground, into the old subway. Morpheus spent many lonely nights in the cold tunnel, feeling that he may one day freeze to death from the low temperature. To solve this issue, Morpheus went to a clothing shop, and took a fair amount of clothing, including a hoodie jacket, a scarf, some gloves, and new jeans. While the heavy clothing helped greatly, Morpheus still had a slight chill.

 One day, Morpheus was scanning the various trash heaps in search of his next meal, having not eaten anything for the past few days. So far he managed to find a half full can of breens water, and some rotten suppliments. After eating them, and promptly throwing up, he went back to the junkyard, searching for more food. Luck was on his side for once, as when he was digging through one of the piles, he stumbled onto a dirty black box. The box was a fair size, and had a worn label on the front. Upon closer inspection, it read "Philip and Phills camping survival kit". Having frequently camped in his younger days, he was thrilled to see a familiar kit. He took the kit back to his spot in the tunnels, opened it to find a dirty tent and a bedroll. He quickly set up the bedroll, and slept there for the night. When he woke, he looked at his new tent, wanting to find a use for it. He then returned to the abandoned warehouse, packed a few planks, and used them to set up his tent. After setting up his tent - which he could barely see with only one flashlight - he was immediately showered by a sense of pride for his little spot.

After spending weeks in the subway, Morpheus was tired of the low visibly, but did not want to abondon the safety of the tunnels. He then set out to purchase a extra flash. Wanting to improve his "home", he dared to enter precinct 1. He was not wanted by the CCA, nor did he have on contraband on him, for he left most of his illegal goods back at his tent. No, what he was afraid of was the CCA in general. He was afraid that a oficer my not like the way he looks, or some other ridiculous reason, and beat him. He quickly made his way to a shop owned by the CWU, and used the last of his stolen tokens to purchase a flashlight. He returned to his home, feeling relief that an officer didn't choose him to be their next victim. When he got back, He played around with the light for a while, testing to see how he could effectively light up the area around his tent. After a fair amount of time, he decided that the extra planks of wood he had could be useful, and discovered that if he tied the flashlight to one of the boards and nailed it into the ground, it would make for a useful lamp. Morpheus was pleased after he made the lamp, finally having a light source other then his normal flashlight. His fondness for his little "home" was growing more and more.

About 2 months after he arrived in the city and made his "home", his infamy around the thugs of Precinct 3 continued to grow, and he found himself more then not the target of the peoples hate. He was still attacked many times, despite his weapon. Every time he was attacked, his paranoia would kick in and he would retreat back to his home. Even when no one decided to assault him, he would run back to the tunnels. After hiding away for some time, the weak and hungry Morpheus hatched an idea. He would give himself a nickname, and with the way he felt for his home, he decided that name would be "Homely". With this new nickname, and the fact that his attire covered up most of his body and face, he was able to wonder around the Precinct freely. After 6 months of of being in the city, many people had forgotten about Morpheus, however that didn't stop him from using the nickname thanks to a mix of paranoia and a sense of pride.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?
Perks
-A base of operations/hangout
-A weapon for self defence
-Clothing to protect his idenity and to keep him warm
-A source of light for his home
-The ability to make certain objects, such as makeshift tools, if the items to make said tools are available
-A new name to help his pride and cover his identity


Defects
-The "home" is mainly bolted to the ground, bring unable to move at a moments notice
-The house could be found by anyone, and raided
-The lights could give away the homes postion, unless turned off
-The weapon is fragile, and Morpheus does not have much experience with weapons, which may result in him harming himself
-He would not be able to go to Precinct 1 while wearing his clothing or while holding his weapon, which if found may get him into serious trouble.
-People may learn his real name if he were ever made to apply
-The lights are still just basic flashlights, and will need batteries in order to run

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?
I plan to make a sort of base in the tunnels, which on day may escalate into something more. With these auths, I can give myself new sorts of roleplay, such as mataining the "home", or fixing up something for someone. With the weapon, I plan to make it a sort of last resort for Morpheus, him knowing that the weapon is very easy to break. His home can be a sort of hangout for any friends he may come across, and be used to hide himself away. The tunnels are dark, and thanks to this I could make even more roleplay, such as Morpheus getting paranoid, or the lights going out. His feelings about his home will help him with his confidence and various aspects of his personality, giving me more room to adjust him and build his character more.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))
N/A

Which server does this apply for?
Both

Extra Notes (optional):
I was not sure if you needed an authorization to get clothes, so please forgive me if that was unneeded.

Post Auto-Merged: August 24, 2012, 03:13:12 PM
EDIT-1: Accidenly put "-The lights are still just basic flashlights, and will need batteries in order to run" in the perks section, when it should be a defect. Moved it to the correct section.
EDIT-2: Fixed some grammar errors, edited a few paragraphs and added in a new one entirely. Also changed the "Which server does this apply to?" option to both, for Morpheus may one day go to the Outlands.
EDIT-3: Edited one more spelling error out. 3 is a good number, no more edits from me.
EDIT-4: Morpheus was killed.

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Accepted PK Appeals / C45.CCA.UNIFORM-RCT.155 character unban appeal.
« on: July 13, 2012, 09:26:43 AM »
Steam Name: Red the Idiot
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:40790006
Character Name: C45.CCA.UNIFORM-RCT.155
Admin who issued character ban: Unknown
Date: Most likely 7/12/2012 around night.
Reason for character unban: I will start from where I am guessing the charatcer was banned. I was at Hard point, clamping with 017. Afterwords I went afk for around 5-10 minutes. When I got back I noticed that 017 was gone. I looked around an saw 017 with an OfC (Who I am guessing issued the CB, didn't see the digits.) then I had to disconnect. I tried to get on the next day and my character was banned. If you can't unban him can you tell me why he was banned, so I can be sure not to do it again? Thank you.

(I didn't know if this would fall under TK or PK, so I placed it as a simple character ban.)

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IC Chat / <::||C45.CCA.UNIFORM-TrO(A).155 Private logs||::>
« on: July 13, 2012, 08:58:50 AM »
UNIT:155
DIVISION:UNIFORM
CLEARANCE:RCT

Enter Password: ************
ACCESS GRANTED

Connecting to Network
Connecting...
Connecting...
Connecting...
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

New Log Opened:

<::|| 155 here and...uh...well, I don't really know much about this, 452 suggested that we make some logs, so here we go. Guess I should start off with what happened so far. ||::>

<::|| Shortly after I got into my new CCA uniform, I was directed up stairs to 101, he was the guy who interviewed me. 117 was at my inerview too, but I haven't seen him since then, must have been busy or something. 101 and I had started my tour of the Nexus, when we got to interrogation room. Inside was a women I knew before I joined, and an OfC interviewing her. She was accepted, and 101 suggested we take her on the tour as well. I am still use to her real name, but I guess that would get me in trouble, so I guess I should just call her by her digits now, 017. 017 and I took some more training after that, but I won't go into details, some of it is something I would rather forget, like my hand to hand training. Ugh, moving on. ||::>

<::|| 017 and I went on patrol after our classes, and eventually we clamped HAP. Not a very eventful clamping, but I guess it is better that way. Had to raise my voice at some guy that tried getting in P3 when we had orders to lock it down, but I got over it. It's been a while since I yelled, it kind of felt good. About 6 cycles in, 017 told me to move for some reason. I looked back and saw one of those OTA guys. Man, that nearly gave me a heart attack. Was my first time seeing one of them in white armor, guess he must be a special unit or something. Following him was some men, looked rather beat up, and some units. Didn't see their digits, I was still in awe about the OTA. If they were there, it had to of been something serious, doubt they wake those guys up just for kicks. ||::>

<::|| Well, that was all the happened for the most part. Guess i'll save this log then go 10-7. 155 signing off. Always wanted to say that. ||::>

Saving File As: Day01
Saving File...
Saving File...
Saving File...
File Saved

Disconnecting 155
Console Shut Down.
CONNECTION LOST


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Malcom Meirs's Civil Authority Application

OOC Name: Red the Idiot

IC Character Name: Malcom Meirs

1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Combine Civil Authority and what lead your character to do so.
Malcom was a man who believed in the idea of a better world, regardless of what it took. Malcom had many ideas of what could be done to help the world, but the Combine was something he didn't expect. Only after the 7 Hour war did Malcom find the means to truly make the world a better place. A world filled of good, honest, and civil people that would bring peace, and happiness, a world united under the Universal Union.

When Malcom was younger, loyalty was everything. His father was a very strict man, and demanded that every thing be done his way. Malcom Had to adjust to his father, or be beaten. Choosing to obey his father, Malcom learned the meaning of loyalty, which would help him greatly in the world controlled by the Union. This loyalty drove Malcom to become a Civil officer, and assist the Union in any way possible.

When Malcom arrived in City 45, he was immediately welcomed by citizens and officers alike. Many of his friends though that it would be a good idea to join the CCA, and Malcom agreed.Some of the officers were also important motivator, helping him whenever he was in trouble, and generally making the Union seem even more pleasant. Most of Malcoms friends either died or never got enough loyalist points, while Malcom managed to get 7. Malcom was rather proud of the points he had earned, and when an officer recommended he join the CCA, Malcom was fully prepared to join, and sent in an application.

2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
*Loyal -
Malcom is a loyal man, having been raised in a family where loyalty was a must, and thanks to the kindness some of the officers have shown him

*Lawful -
Malcom believes in a world of order, and believes that obeying the Unions laws is the only way to achieve that world

*Untrustful -
Malcom does not easily place trust into other people, thanks to past experience and the anti-citizens of the city

*Demanding -
Malcom wants a lot from the people that he serves, and the people that serve him

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
I expect the CCA to be a bit of a challenge, to be honest. I will have to learn many things if I want to be a good CCA unit, like how to act more maturely on OOC, or PTL more effectively. I will have to learn to resist the temptation of using my newfound advantages too much, otherwise I may turn into a powergamer and a elitest. Being a member of the CCA, I would also have to learn to be a good role model for the rest of the community, and perfect my knowledge with the things above.

As for Malcom, his time in the CCA won't be a role in the park either. He will have to adjust to the orders given to him by his superiors, and do as he is told. He will have to get used to being the one to beat someone, regardless of past ties or personal feelings. He will have overcome the fear of beating people, else he be demoted or amputated.
And lastly, he will have to overcome his own desires to be of full use to the Union.

4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words.
1985-1995
Malcom was rather smart for someone his age, and was that smartest kid in class. Malcom always liked school, for it was the only time he could get away from home. Needless to say, Malcoms home was not the nicest of places. Malcoms father, Dalton Meirs, was a strict man, and would casually beat Malcom for the smallest of things. Malcoms mother, Rebbeca Meirs, was a drunk that would rarely come home. Malcom often found himself wishing to be somewhere else. Malcoms childhood would shape him into the man he is now.

1996-2000
Malcom had moved out of his old home into a highschool dormitory, where he made many friends. Malcoms best friend was his language teacher, A british man named Jack Sterling. Malcoms best subject was, of course, language. However, Jack Sterling was killed by a former student, which saddened Malcom greatly. After that his grades started to get worse, and so did his social life.

2001-2003
Philip Fin, a friend of Malcoms from highschool, was in need of a place to stay. Malcom offered his old friend housing. Months went by as Malcom noticed a bit of his money would vanish now and again, but Malcom ignored it. However, one day Philip attacked Malcom, shouting how this was for the money. Malcom had recieved a broken foot from Philip. Malcom stoped trustig people after that, making him the untrusting man he is today.

2004-2014
Malcom wanted to go to college, but was unable to afford it. So Malcom did whatever odd jobs he could find. One of his jobs was the postion of a manager, and the power of bossing people around got to him a little. However, he was almost fired for his actions, only to be saved by another manager who he looked up to. It is because of this that Malcom wants a lot from the people he works for, and the people who work for him.

2015
-The 7 hours war-
Malcom was at his apartment enjoying a turkey sandwhich, something he would never have again. When he finished his sandwhich Malcom noticed a strange vibration, and stared to hear loud noises from outside, When he went to check the source, he was burried under a pile of rubble, and rendered unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself surrounded by masked men, and was ordered to put on a blue jumpsuit, and was taken to one of the many cities.

Present time
Malcom is now grateful to the Union for pulling his life out of the dark state it had fallen into, for providing so many things to him. When Malcom was able to, he made an application for the CCA, and sent it into the Nexus. Now Malcom waits impatiently for an answer.

5) Have you ever had a CCA character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
No, Malcom would be my first CCA character.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
2-3 years.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
1 year.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
1 month in 3 days.

4. What Time zone are you in?
(UTC-06:00) Central Time (US & Canada)

5. In what country do you live?
North America

6. How old are you?
15

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
My character, Jacob Nortson, was going on with his day, when suddenly a large group of Nercotics attacked city 18. Jacob ran to his apartent in panic, being one of the few people who made it inside. After about an hour of waiting, an officer knocked on his door, and made sure he wasn't infected in any way. The HELIX officer and Jacob both ruan through the plaza into the Nexus, and waited in the safety of the Advanced walls. Soon after, the OTA came through and sweep the area. Jacob was accused of level one trespassing, and was amputated.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Yes, I can pay attention to what someone says.



IC Section

Full Name: Malcom Meirs
CID: 90331
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10'
Hair Colour Brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 153 pounds
Mental Distinctions: Strong minded, will remain calm in most cases
Mental Defects: Thinks too much, day dreams
Mental Advantages: Thinks rationally, can deduce when something can help or harm the Union
Notable Qualities: Intelligent, good volcabulary


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No, I have never done anything to harm our sociostability, and because of this have never been apprehended or detained.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
Yes, I eat the suppliments, and drink the water that are supplied to us.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
My life has been under the care of the Union for some time, so in return, I would give my life for it.

4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility?
Yes, anything I do will be my own responsibility.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
As long as I stand, the Union will always have me as a faithful servant.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
I, Malcom Meirs, Wish to join the Combine Civil Authority to ensure the safety of all of this wonderful citys citizens, to help those that have helped me, and, above all, to serve the Union in any way possible.


Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.

I, Malcom Meirs hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.

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Bug Reports / Blurry depth of vision
« on: July 09, 2012, 10:17:03 AM »
While playing at around 8-9 in the morning, the server suddenly starts to have this strange blurry depth of vision, that would cause everyone to lag, or have their frame rate drop. The server was restared, however shortly after the same problem occured. Any ideas on what could have caused this?

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